A firm favourite on the terraces
Burnley, Burnley, Burnley, Burnley, Burnley, Burnley, Burnley...
Havin a go at Palace's extortionate price for entry to the worst ground in the league.
Simple but effective; tells them Leeds lot what we think of em
Canto You Don't Know What Yer Doing
Sang when someone proposed on the pitch, can't remember where. Why do people do this?